Aug.8th 2011

I love August 8th. Its one of my favorite days all year. Its the day you and dad got married, the day my brother was born, and the day my family survived a train crash.

This week was a great one. we traveled to Deajeon for training and stayed for a few days with the threesome sisters. 2+3=6. Thats a lot of crazy Koreans and me. It was SO fun. Training was just fantastic. President Furniss is the man. One night after training a couple sisters went to a university to proselyte. It was so fun! There are PEOPLE in Daejeon. It was especially fun when this huge black guy came riding up to me on his bike. He said,"do you know Annie Judd" I responded, "uh.... YEAH. Why do you know annie?!" He said, "Tell sister Judd Moses from Sudan says thank you!" and rode off. haha the lord works in mysterious ways huh? Then a couple miracles happened where I said some cool complex sentences and people understood me! The church is true.

Then it was time to come home and we were a little late getting to the train station so by the time we got there with all our heavy hugemongous stuff the train was sold out. We needed to get back for an appointment so they sold us tickets to stand... for four hours.... with all our huge stuff... while being more exhausted than we have in our whole lives. I was hopeful that there would magically be empty seats we could sit in. But my optimism failed me when I saw the PACKED train with tons of people standing. we sat in the stairwell of the train until i got stepped on the 20th time and then I decided to find some seats. We walked all the way to the back of the train as in the LAST ROW OF THE LAST CAR.and there they were, to beautiful empty seats, next to each other, calling us for a nap. We decided to sit until the next stop when someone FOR SURE would get on the train. about a  second later I was PASSED out and didnt wake up for an hour. No one came the whole way home. I sat staring at my passed out companion with her tongue sticking out and realized how pathetic we probably looked. It was a miracle- a real one. Then it got even better. As we got off the train and walked up the stairs I heard someone yelling sister lund! siser lund! Its one of our old investigators that dropped us running with his tiny wife to say hello. We talked for a while, he agreed to meet with us again and get thi: they paid for our taxi. Heavenly father helped us the whole way home, step by step. COOL.

We met with "friends" guy again. He brought a script from friends to read. It took me like a year to find a part that I was ok with reading in the church. We finally started reading and then he starts yelling at me that I dont sound like Jennifer Aniston. OBVIOUSLY. Im a MISSIONARY dude. So I was kinda bugged, feeling like it was a huge waste of time until I realized that this situation in this friends episode perfectly fit with what the lesson we were teaching him that day. Heavenly Father helps us out :)

Theres this crazy cyclone situation going on outside and I am greatful to be inside for a while today. P day is good.

K i love you. lots and lots.